R.I.P.D. 0.0 stars

Why do I hate Comic-Con? It’s 2013 and I’m a film critic: every day is freaking Comic-Con! A pair of paranormal detectives return from the grave to track down spirits who eluded earthly justice and send them to hell. Is it a dead buddy-comedy or a dead-buddy comedy? Hyphenate the former. One has learned the hard way not to expect much from Ryan Reynolds, but for the first time in his career, the heretofore spotless Jeff Bridges is a willing and eager contributor to the horridness. He’s Rooster Cogburn (minus the eyepatch) channeling Foghorn Leghorn in a performance that’s strictly for the birds.There is not a better deterrent to close with than this: written by Phil Hay and Matt Manfredi, the same somnambulists who lulled audiences into submission with their maundering adaptations of Æon Flux and Clash of the Titans. With Kevin Bacon, Mary-Louise Parker, and a one-joke James Hong. 2013.